Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Romania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Intrusion,
The Birthday Party,
Cybotron,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
Blossom Toes,
Hot Snakes,
JFA,
Blancmange,
Bauhaus,
Inner City,
the Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Subhumans,
Model 500,
Flipper,
Aural Exciters,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
Clear Light,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
Warsaw,
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum,
Albert Ayler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camberwell Now,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
The Names,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.